| Song | Accidents |
| Artist | The Prize Fighter Inferno |
| Album | My Brother's Blood Machine |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Oh, come now father dear | |
| And turn this blood to choice | |
| You know I think these young | |
| Are spent and have seen their day | |
| My back bares the scars of work | |
| While my sweat has cut the cost | |
| If my word to | |
| God isn’t bonded | |
| Then I’ll be damned to say | |
| Babe, this can’t be so bad | |
| Only I sure did love the way she danced | |
| Oh, come now | |
| PreacherWhere this flesh begins to spoil | |
| You know I think these young | |
| Are done and have seen their day | |
| But I should remove their tongues | |
| Of curse and cast away? | |
| Oh, this dirty game | |
| I playLong- | |
| Arm, you liar | |
| Go run home to | |
| MamaA good boy never gets to dance | |
| Long-Arm, you liar | |
| Go run home to | |
| MamaThese good boys never get a chance | |
| Long-Arm, you liar | |
| Go run home to | |
| MamaA good boy never gets to dance | |
| Long-Arm, you liar | |
| Go run home to | |
| MamaThese good boys never get a chance |
| Oh, come now father dear | |
| And turn this blood to choice | |
| You know I think these young | |
| Are spent and have seen their day | |
| My back bares the scars of work | |
| While my sweat has cut the cost | |
| If my word to | |
| God isn' t bonded | |
| Then I' ll be damned to say | |
| Babe, this can' t be so bad | |
| Only I sure did love the way she danced | |
| Oh, come now | |
| PreacherWhere this flesh begins to spoil | |
| You know I think these young | |
| Are done and have seen their day | |
| But I should remove their tongues | |
| Of curse and cast away? | |
| Oh, this dirty game | |
| I playLong | |
| Arm, you liar | |
| Go run home to | |
| MamaA good boy never gets to dance | |
| LongArm, you liar | |
| Go run home to | |
| MamaThese good boys never get a chance | |
| LongArm, you liar | |
| Go run home to | |
| MamaA good boy never gets to dance | |
| LongArm, you liar | |
| Go run home to | |
| MamaThese good boys never get a chance |
| Oh, come now father dear | |
| And turn this blood to choice | |
| You know I think these young | |
| Are spent and have seen their day | |
| My back bares the scars of work | |
| While my sweat has cut the cost | |
| If my word to | |
| God isn' t bonded | |
| Then I' ll be damned to say | |
| Babe, this can' t be so bad | |
| Only I sure did love the way she danced | |
| Oh, come now | |
| PreacherWhere this flesh begins to spoil | |
| You know I think these young | |
| Are done and have seen their day | |
| But I should remove their tongues | |
| Of curse and cast away? | |
| Oh, this dirty game | |
| I playLong | |
| Arm, you liar | |
| Go run home to | |
| MamaA good boy never gets to dance | |
| LongArm, you liar | |
| Go run home to | |
| MamaThese good boys never get a chance | |
| LongArm, you liar | |
| Go run home to | |
| MamaA good boy never gets to dance | |
| LongArm, you liar | |
| Go run home to | |
| MamaThese good boys never get a chance |